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A (Cover) Design For Life?

These two book covers aren’t quite twins (more like half-siblings), though they have both been published recently.

More alarming, though, is the sentence which is created by reading their titles in sequence.

Health And Safety In My Workplace

Spotted in the kitchen in my place of work.

Microwave energy? Emanating from a microwave oven ? No! Surely you kid!

*whimper*

Slightly Blurred, I Think My Hand Shook In Time With My Head

Spotted on a Jubilee Line train here in London the other day.

All fairly standard religious stuff, but then you reach the last line, and … well, I presume all the folks involved in producing the tube card decided one preposition was as good as another.

I guess a person ‘believes on’ Jesus in much the same way that cheetahs ‘pray on’ the slowest wildebeest in the herd.

Despite Looking And Behaving Like This, I Am (Amazingly) Getting Married This Year

What better way to celebrate this, my 500th post, than by badly making the picture to the left, which inexplicably makes me look rather cross-eyed?

Well, yes, I’m sure there are many better ways, but it’s done now, so we’ll all have to get over it.

Anyway, 500 posts feels like something of a milestone, and the timing’s ideal in that this week I’ve been fortunate enough to see this blog linked to by the BBC Writersroom Blog and Stevyn Colgan’s blog alike. Forget happyslapping or having a Kanye West ringtone, linking to this blog is what all the cool kids are doing. Oh, yes it is.

So, thanks to you all for your ongoing eyeball time, and hello and welcome to any recently acquired readers – I can assure you that pictures such as the one accompanying this post are not standard practice, so don’t be afraid to come back again soon.

(Apologies, of course, to Gerard Butler for the above. And Frank Miller and Zack Snyder too. But if you think this bit of ‘for my own personal amusement’ non-artistry is bad, you really ought to check out the work of so-called professionals on Photoshop Disasters. Seriously – they get paid for that stuff…)

REVIEW: ‘Forgetting Sarah Marshall’

This film, as you may well know, opens nationwide today. It’s the latest film to be produced by Judd Apatow, who also made ‘The 40 Year Old Virgin’ and ‘Knocked Up’ (yes, and ‘Superbad’, but I haven’t seen that one).

Like the two films I mention above outside of parenthesis, the plot of ‘Forgetting Sarah Marshall’ is pretty much summed up in the title; a chap who’s going out with Sarah Marshall (Kristen Bell) is dumped by her, and spends the rest of the film trying to come to terms with it. The lead character, Peter, is played by Jason Segal – I’d not heard of him before, but if you’re a fan, you may be pleased to know there are several glimpses of his genitals in the film, which is all the more impressive or worrying given that he also wrote the screenplay.

Anyway, heartbroken Peter goes off to Hawaii to try to get over his emotional trauma, where he bumps into Sarah and her new beau, a rock star played by Russell Brand. Frankly, I like Brand – I find his standup different if often self-indulgent, and his weekly BBC Radio 2 podcast demonstrates an active mind, though I’m painfully aware that his tabloid reputation as someone who prowls the streets of London (and now Los Angeles) looking for women to sleep with does rather overshadow his body of work. That said, I don’t really think Brand is acting much in this film, though perhaps slightly surprisingly his character isn’t painted as some kind of out-and-out villain, which would be all too obvious in this sort of story.

Against a frankly beautiful background of beaches and ocean sunsets, Peter tries to get over Sarah, whilst inevitably bumping into her a lot, but also befriending a local woman called Rachel (played by Mila Kunis, who I know only as the voice of Meg on ‘Family Guy’). I think you can probably guess where it all goes now I’ve told you about her character, and yes, you’d be right. Nonetheless, the film’s pleasant enough, and there are some genuinely funny moments.

However, the film suffers from a problem common to both the Apatow-produced films which I’ve seen before; it’s appallingly loose in its structure, containing entire scenes and characters who could cheerfully be removed with no effect on the plot. The film runs at about 110 minutes, and it really doesn’t need to – the characters played by Paul Rudd and Jonah Hill really contribute nothing to the overall story. Because of this, the film felt slightly old somehow, as if from an era (the late 1970s or early 1980s, for example) when tightly sticking to the main plot and maybe a couple of sub-plots wasn’t seen as so important.

Don’t get me wrong, the film’s perfectly enjoyable, and whilst you’re in the cinema you’re unlikely to find yourself glancing at your watch, but it’s pretty forgettable; I have to admit that I was rather bewildered at the fuss surrounding ‘Knocked Up’, which I stopped watching after about 80 minutes and have yet to finish off (despite the reviews and people I know all claiming it was a non-stop laughterfest) and I wonder if people are likely to rate ‘Forgetting Sarah Marshall’ similarly highly. And, in my ongoing attempts to either swim against the tide or be ahead of the crowd, I wanted to put my opinion on record.

So, it’s quite watchable and fun, but it’s not really worth a trip to the cinema to do so – you may as well wait until it comes out to rent. Though that does of course mean an increased risk of you stopping the film to go to the loo or make a cup of tea and not bothering to set it playing again.

Oh Come On, You’re Not Even Trying Now

Sure, I don’t expect all book designers to be as innovative as Chip Kidd, but if you’re going to design a book jacket with a startling resemblance to another title, do at least try to make sure it’s not a bestseller, eh ?

And That Use Of The Word ‘Confluence’ Strikes Me As A Bit Questionable, Too

Whilst I was very much with the herd in commenting on the Olympic 2012 logo, I like to think that most of you might not have seen this yet: the logo for the Eurovision Song Contest 2008, which is being held in Belgrade next month.

Is it just me, or is that really quite unpleasant? It looks like the treble clef’s struggling to stay afloat as a blood-red starfish clings to it and drags it under.

Also puts me in mind of the animated flowers in Pink Floyd’s ‘The Wall’ film, but that might just be my smutty tendencies coming to the fore.

I Can’t Quite Justify Putting This In The ‘Unintelligent Design’ Series Of Posts…

… but it’s certainly unimaginative design – especially as the train station advert for the Battles book directly refers to the main character in Lee Child’s books.

Granted, you want to be sure that your marketing aims directly at its targets, but in the same way that Digimon was so obviously an attempt to copy the success of Pokemon, this is pretty blatant, isn’t it?

The Standards Of Education Today, Eh? In My Day We Wrote On A Slate With A Bit Of Chalk.

So what you mean is TWO missed calls, right? Couldn’t you just say that?

Sigh.

Like Jeepers Creepers, Except The Monster’s Only Small

It seems the monster’s been waiting and planning since 1990… but now it is ready to emerge and feast!

A-hahahahahaaaaaah.

I do apologise. I think perhaps I need to go and have a lie down.

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